Innocent and Assumed Guilty This morning I had a taste of what it feels like to be questioned by police and I have to say it certainly didn’t feel good! Here’s the story: I woke early to take Arielle to the airport. After having her home for a glorious month it was time for her to return to college. Obviously, I wasn’t feeling very chipper. I said good-bye, watched her wheel onto the plane and then put my head down and left the airport before anyone saw me blubbering like…well, a mom who has to say good-bye to her baby. On the way home over our beautiful Cape bridge I noticed the…